Wolf on a Mission: Salvation Pack, Book 6 Read online

  When love runs wild, there are no limits.

  Salvation Pack, Book 6

  Full-blooded werewolf Elias Gallagher, sole guardian of his half-breed teenage nephews, is all too aware that the world is not a safe place for a werewolf on his own. Doubly so for half-breeds.

  He brings his nephews to North Carolina to check out the Salvation Pack’s openness to half-breeds. He never expected to find a mate—the fully human mother of a young boy—while there.

  After enduring one tragedy after another over the past two years, Sue Walsh is focused solely on earning a living and raising her five-year-old son. With her ex suddenly demanding custody, the last complication she wants or needs is an attraction to a ruggedly handsome stranger.

  But the sexual pull between them is too strong to be denied. And when there’s trouble with the local hunters, Elias will do whatever it takes to protect the people he loves. Even if it means revealing his biggest secret.

  Warning: This book will make your heart pound with excitement, your body sizzle with anticipation and your toes curl with satisfaction. The power of love will make you believe anything is possible.

  Wolf on a Mission

  N.J. Walters

  Dedication

  For all my readers. You’re the best!

  Prologue

  Elias Gallagher glanced in the rearview mirror before bringing his gaze back to the road in front of him. Both his nephews were sprawled out on the backseat of the SUV. Headphones on, Reece tapped his finger on his knee to music only he could hear. His twin brother, Sage, was playing a handheld video game, his expression intense. Neither of them were paying any attention to the world outside the vehicle. But from what Elias knew, that was pretty typical for seventeen-year-old males.

  He tightened his fingers on the steering wheel and forced himself to take a deep, calming breath. The last thing he’d expected was to become the sole guardian of his two nephews. His brother and sister-in-law had both been happy and healthy only a few months before. Elias had enjoyed being a doting uncle and had been in the boys’ lives from the very beginning.

  Now he was all they had.

  Strictly speaking, that wasn’t true. Up in Alaska they had a grandfather, an uncle and aunt, various cousins and extended family. Of course, they’d probably try to kill the boys if they ever discovered their existence. Luckily, none of them ever strayed too far from their northern home.

  A gas station came into view, and Elias turned on his signal light. He needed fuel for his vehicle and coffee for himself. Reece and Sage had to be getting hungry too. They packed away food like there was no tomorrow.

  He pulled up to the pumps and turned off the engine. Swiveling around, he pinned both boys with a steely stare. “In and out quick. Don’t make any trouble.”

  Sage nodded, but Reece didn’t bother acknowledging him as they both climbed out of the vehicle. Elias sighed and opened the driver’s door. He stretched his arms over his head and worked the kinks out of his back before he grabbed the nozzle and started pumping gas. He kept one eye on the pump and the other on the boys as they sauntered over to the station.

  Almost men now. And that was the problem.

  “Damn it, Everett. Why did you and Marcie have to die?” He still couldn’t believe his older brother and his sister-in-law were gone. Killed in a car accident last winter. It wasn’t the initial crash that had killed them. They would have most likely survived that. But there’d been no surviving the fiery crash that had erupted after. A tanker had gone off the icy roads. The cars behind it had tried to stop, but with the slippery conditions, it had been impossible for any of them to avoid being caught up in the accident. Elias’s brother had managed to stop, but the car behind him hadn’t. The driver had slammed into Everett’s vehicle and pushed it right into the tanker, causing an instant explosion. Their bodies had been totally incinerated.

  There hadn’t been anything left to bury.

  Which wasn’t surprising. The same genetics that allowed werewolves to heal quickly and live longer than humans also accelerated the decomposition process after death. That might have caused problems with officials, but the fire had ensured there were no remains to examine, no questions to be asked. Fire burned werewolf bodies quickly and quite thoroughly.

  The gas pump shut off and Elias removed the nozzle and set it back into the slot. He rolled his shoulders, trying to ease the ever-present tension that resided there as he walked toward the station to pay. As he’d expected, both boys had a mound of junk food piled high on the counter. Reece was also flirting with the teenage girl working the cash register.

  “I’ll take a coffee to go with that,” he told the girl as he motioned to the junk food stash.

  The young girl’s cheeks turned red, but she nodded and hurriedly poured him a coffee. Elias quickly settled the bill for the food and gas and corralled his nephews back to the vehicle.

  They’d barely pulled away from the station when Reece spoke. “Why are we going to this place anyway?”

  Elias prayed for patience. Neither boy had wanted to leave the home they’d grown up in, but it was time. He and Everett had been discussing such a move when the accident had happened. “It’s what your father wanted.” He glanced at Sage, who had his head down, but Elias knew the boy was listening.

  “It’s because of me, isn’t it?” Sage raised his head, and Elias hated the shame he saw in the boy’s eyes.

  “No, it isn’t.” At least he could answer honestly.

  Elias checked the traffic behind him and then pulled off onto the side of the road. He put the vehicle in park and turned to face his nephews. “It’s because of who we all are, who your parents were and, yes, because of what you are.”

  When Sage glanced away, Elias’s heart clenched. “Sage.” He waited until the boy looked at him. “There is nothing wrong with who you are.”

  “Half-breed,” the boy all but spat.

  Elias shot him a sharp glare. “More accurately, you’re three-quarters.”

  “Then why can Reece shift and I can’t?”

  And that was the problem in a nutshell. “I don’t know, Sage. Your father was a full-blooded werewolf and your mom was a half-breed. You two are miracles. Your parents always thought of you that way, and so do I.”

  He wished he could erase the pain in their eyes but there was nothing he could do to bring back their parents. If there were, he’d do it in a heartbeat.

  Instead, he was doing the next best thing.

  “It’s not safe for werewolves alone in the world, especially not—” He broke off before he finished not quite knowing how to phrase it so he wouldn’t hurt his nephew.

  But Sage finished his sentence for him. “Especially not half-breeds. Or three-quarter breeds, or whatever we are. We’re not full-blooded werewolves, and that’s what matters.”

  “Only to some people,” Elias told him.

  “Like almost every other pack in the country.” Reece only shrugged when Elias looked at him. “I heard Mom and Dad talking.”

  Elias dragged his hand through his hair and wished he knew what to say to make things better. He opted for honesty. “Most packs don’t accept half-breeds. In fact, they tend to kill them. Your mom knew that, which is why she was living alone.”

  “Until Dad found her,” Sage added.

  Elias smiled. “Yeah, Everett was done for the moment he laid eyes on your mom.”

  “He didn’t care she was a half-breed?” Reece asked.

  They knew the story of their parents’ courtship, but Elias knew they need
ed to hear it again. “He was head over heels in love with her. He knew what she was the moment he first saw her in Anchorage. It’s why he packed up, moved and cut off all contact with our former pack. He knew they wouldn’t accept her, but he loved her enough to leave them behind, to protect her.” And Elias had packed and gone with his older brother, ready to protect the happiness Everett had found with Marcie.

  He grinned. “You two were a bonus.” That got a smile from both of them. “Look, I don’t know if this place is the answer. All I know is that your mom heard rumors of a pack that consisted of full-blooded werewolves and half-breeds. Maybe they know more about why one of you can shift and the other can’t. Maybe we can make a home there.”

  “Do you honestly think they’ll accept us?” Sage asked.

  Elias knew his nephew was really asking if they could accept him—a partial werewolf who couldn’t shift.

  “I don’t know. All we can do is scout them out and see what happens.”

  “We won’t stay if they won’t accept Sage,” Reece declared. Then he looked to Elias for confirmation.

  He’d expected nothing less from Reece. He and Sage were twins, and in spite of the newly discovered difference, they were as tight as two brothers could be. Reece didn’t care that Sage couldn’t shift and he could. Elias knew he’d always protect his brother. Reece was the oldest by three minutes and took the role as eldest seriously.

  “No, we won’t stay if they don’t accept Sage. We’re in this together. The three of us.”

  “The Gallagher Pack,” Reece joked.

  Elias looked into Sage’s eyes and saw the deep yearning, the need to be accepted. “We are the Gallagher Pack,” he told his nephews. “Nothing will ever change that.”

  Sage nodded and went back to his handheld game and Reece put his headphones back on. Elias turned around, put the vehicle in gear and resumed driving. From his calculations, they were less than two hours from the town of Salvation.

  Chapter One

  Sue Walsh clutched her phone so hard her fingers hurt. “He wants what?” She lowered her voice, but there was no slowing the pounding of her heart. Had she heard her lawyer correctly? “He wants custody of Billy? After all these years?”

  Billy was her son and the love of her life. She’d been his only parent for the past five years, since the moment he was born. Her ex had walked out when Billy was only six weeks old and hadn’t looked back.

  “I know this is hard,” Randolph Owens told her.

  “It’s not happening,” she vowed. She glanced at the corner booth in the diner to assure herself her son was still there. He was swinging his feet, his blond head lowered while he studiously colored in the new coloring book she’d bought for him.

  She took a deep breath and exhaled. “What does William want?” And why now, when she was finally getting her life back together?

  “He’s saying that with your parents gone, you’re not able to provide a stable life for Billy.” Randolph paused, and Sue’s stomach lurched.

  “What aren’t you telling me?”

  “William is engaged to be married and he’s stating that he can provide a better home environment.”

  She laughed, but there was a hysterical edge to it. “He barely sees his son once every few months and only because I insist.” And it wasn’t because she wanted William in her life. But Billy did deserve to know his father. “He complains every month when he has to pay child support.”

  A light bulb went off in Sue’s head. “He knows about the trust my parents set up for Billy, doesn’t he?”

  “I believe there was some mention of it.” Randolph’s voice was low and soothing, but Sue wasn’t willing to be placated.

  “That son of a bitch,” she whispered when she really wanted to scream. “Tell him that the trust is untouchable until Billy turns eighteen. It’s for his education. Hell, I couldn’t even access the money to pay the bills after Mom and Dad died. I wouldn’t have touched it, but I couldn’t even if I’d wanted to. You know that.”

  “I know. I’m drafting a letter to send back to William’s lawyer letting him know the trust is untouchable and that you’ll fight for custody. I’ll also make note of William’s infrequent visits to see his son.”

  “You’re damn right I’ll fight.” Sue didn’t care if she bankrupted herself and had to pay her lawyer’s bill until the day she died. “He’s not getting my son.”

  “I’m on this, Sue. Don’t worry about a thing. We’ll get this straightened out.” Randolph paused again, and she could picture him sitting behind his desk polishing his glasses. He’d been her parents’ lawyer and was now hers. “He probably thinks there’s money from your parents’ estate. I expect he’ll offer to back away if you pay him.”

  Sue swallowed another hysterical laugh. “Tell him I’m dead broke. I’m not even sure he knows I sold the house.” She’d hated having to sell her childhood home, the only home Billy had ever known, but there were bills to pay and no way she could afford to hang on to the large home on her own.

  “I’ll make sure his lawyer is aware of that fact. I’ll call you when I hear back from him. In the meantime, try not to worry.”

  “Sure. Thanks, Randolph.” Sue ended the call and tucked her phone into her jeans pocket.

  “Everything okay, Sue?”

  She startled and then pasted a fake smile on her face when she faced the cook and owner of Kathy’s Kitchen, the diner where she worked. “Everything is fine, Stanley.”

  He didn’t look convinced but let it go. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” he told her.

  “I’ll be here.” She grabbed her purse and headed toward her son. Billy looked up as she approached and a fierce love welled up inside her. She’d protect her son no matter what. “Ready to go home?”

  Billy nodded and began to methodically put his crayons back into the box. Her outgoing, chatty little boy had disappeared over the past two years. He was quieter and more solemn, way too serious for a five-year-old boy. But he’d seen so much tragedy in his short life. First, Sue’s mother had gotten ill and died of cancer six months later. Less than a month after that, her father had collapsed after a massive heart attack. He’d pulled through and come home only to die a few weeks later.

  Both her parents had loved their grandson and doted on him. Her son’s world had been shaken to the core.

  Sue helped him shove his coloring book and crayons into his backpack and grabbed his hoodie. “Let’s go, buddy.” She took his hand and the two of them left the diner and headed to the parking lot around the back.

  At least her car was fairly new. Only three years old. It was the one thing she’d been able to do for herself after she’d settled her parents’ estate and paid off all the outstanding medical bills and funeral costs. She’d done it because she needed reliable transportation and not having a monthly payment was a plus.

  She unlocked the door and waited while Billy climbed into the booster seat in the back. She dumped his backpack next to him and made sure the safety straps were secured before going around to the driver’s side and climbing in.

  “What shall we make for supper?” she asked. She tried to include him in as many decisions as possible. She wanted him to feel as though he had some say in what happened in his life, even if it was only over superficial things.

  He didn’t answer. She looked both ways before pulling out of the parking lot. She headed right instead of left. It was still difficult to turn toward the cottage she now rented on the edge of town instead of toward her parents’ home.

  “How about pasta?” Billy loved pasta of any kind. “Macaroni and cheese.” None of the stuff out of a box for them. She made it fresh and then froze smaller portions for those nights she was late getting off work.

  She glanced in the rearview mirror and sighed. Billy was staring out the window. Maybe she should get him a pet, a living creature he could
bond with. He’d love a dog, but that wasn’t feasible, not with her gone so many hours of the day working. It wouldn’t be fair to a dog. A cat was a possibility.

  Sue tried not to worry about her ex-husband, William. She almost snorted. He’d been Billy when she’d married him, but he’d recently insisted on being called William. The name might have changed, but he hadn’t. He was still looking for the easy way out, the quick buck, the big score.

  She’d been young and stupid when she’d married him. She’d worked hard in those early years while he’d been in school. She hadn’t minded as she’d thought they were building a life together. He’d managed to graduate college with a degree in business, and she’d discovered she was pregnant around the same time. He’d left her soon after Billy was born and she’d moved back home to Salvation. She didn’t know what she would have done without her parents. They’d opened their home and their hearts to both her and her son.

  Now they were both gone.

  The landscape changed as they reached the edge of town. Houses gave way to wilderness. Sue drove a little longer and then turned into the driveway of their rental. It was a home she knew well.

  Her best friend had lived here once.

  Sue pushed all thoughts of Anny Conrad out of her head. She couldn’t afford to dwell in the past. Her friend had left town almost two years ago and, other than emails and the occasional phone call, they hadn’t seen each other since.

  She parked the car, climbed out and went around to get Billy. He ran around the yard with his arms extended, making noises like an airplane. She grabbed his backpack and hoodie and leaned against the car. God, he was growing up so fast. He’d be starting school in less than a month.

  But for now, it was still summer, and she planned to enjoy every moment of it. She headed toward the front door. “Hey, instead of pasta, why don’t we barbecue some burgers?” That got his attention.

  “Can we eat outside?” He ran over to the porch and raced up the stairs.